As a childI loved birthdays,eagerly anticipated each one. As a teenI was anxious tocount more candles,16, 18, as if more was better. In my twentiesI wished birthdayscould delay their arrival,28, 29, as if less was more. As I havegrown older,I have grown toappreciate birthdaysto the grim alternative. As I growolder still, I canimagine there maycome … Continue reading Birthdays by Todd Matson